Name: Grace. It was my grandmother’s name, and, until a few years ago, my much-disliked middle name. But times have changed, and I switched to it because the world seems to need as much grace as it can get. Other people seem to agree, because I’ve heard a few times now that “Grace” has become a trendy thing to name your daughter. O, my prophetic soul (and grandma).
Spouse: Greg, the Husband (to use his Viking name).
Where I am: A tidy little apartment in Phoenix, AZ. We transplanted to the area in late 2011 from Missouri, which has less saguaro cacti and more cows.
Gainful employment: I’m a graphic artist by trade, but fill in with bookkeeping, proofreading, office management and anything else that needs doing.
Church: I’ve been in the Orthodox Church since I was chrismated in with so many others of the EOC movement in 1986. I think Orthodox Christianity is about the only thing in the world I take really seriously, because it’s the only thing in the world that seems absolutely true and absolutely beautiful. Not to say that living it out always makes it seem so to others, and for that, I have no small amount of shame and exasperation with myself. But one of the things I really wanted to do with the blog is be honest, with myself and — for what it’s worth — to others about how often I struggle with the faith and how that looks. Orthodox have a word for the spiritual struggle — podvig – and being willing to share ours with each other has a lot of benefit. That’s the idea, anyway.
Other things worth mentioning: … Conservative — really conservative … dog-owner … Army brat … So. Cal expatriate … had a comic strip for a year … sang in a women’s barbershop chorus …love bubble-gum music (we’re talking the real thing. We’re talking Abba and Ace of Base. I have no shame — obviously.)(see below, again)